Monday 6 May 2013

Weekend poem

Weekend

A few days in the garden
Trying to get things straight.
My muscles maybe tired,
But things are looking great.
Weeding, planting, raking, mowing,
Pruning, dead-heading, a little hoeing.

Then watering in the evening,
Enjoy the setting sun.
Listening to the bird song,
It seems we all had fun.
Work again tomorrow, daily grind.
But soon will come the weekend, so never mind.


by Izzy Silver.

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